I was telling Ruth about an email I had sent the other day where I referred to Have I Got News For You by its initials, HIGNFY. And I told her that in writing those letters I finally understood the word that appears on the screen before and after the show. How often I have sat there trying to make sense of it and failing, obviously. How baffling it has been. What a twit, eh? And as I spoke I saw her eyes widen and nearly pop out of her head, and then she started to laugh and couldn't stop. Why? Because she too has failed to work out what the letters stood for. "Hi, gnfy" she has tried, "Hinfy", the G silent. Over and over, for years. We could scarcely believe our stupidity. It all seems so bleedingly obvious now.
I had another little walk today in the sun, and pottered a bit in the garden when she had gone. All well and good, but back indoors I'm hacking away like a miner with emphysema, still feeling the effects of the bug. It's 5.30pm now and pitch dark outside. Time to light the fire and snuggle down for the evening. I'm ready to hibernate, but the garden continues to grow and flourish as if it were spring. What a shock all those plants will get when winter really kicks in.
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